After Opening the Cutains 4

Chapter 4 

“PATRICIA 

I was still on the floor, holding my cheek as I tried to process what had just happened. 

He slapped me? He really raised his hand at me. 

For the past years, Logan had never raised his hand at me. Yes, he mistreated me, neglected me, and never behaved like my husband. and yes, at times he said harsh words to me, but he never raised his hand at me. 

I slowly looked up and saw that he was asking Irene to sit but she refused. She wanted to leave. 

“L… I never thought she was this evil,” Irene said in an innocent tone, and Logan nodded before he turned to me. 

“Apologize now!” 

“No Logan, she. She doesn’t have to 

“No, she has to; she pushed you” 

“I didn’t push her.” 

“Oh, you’re still denying it. I saw you.” 

“She’s the one who was holding me, all I did was try to free my hand, and then- 

“You’re still denying it?” 

“I’m not, I- 

“You pushed me, Patricia. I only asked you to call Logan because my phone is off, and I didn’t want to be disrespectful and head to your bedroom. You’re still his wife. Irene sounded so calm and innocent that even I almost fell for it; seeing Logan nod to her lies made me want to poke her eyes out “But it’s okay; I forgive you.” She said, then turned to Logan, “You have an important meeting, let’s not miss it by wasting time.” 

“You’re right,” Logan said, looking at me, “and we are not done yet. I will deal with you when I get back.” He said before helping Irene to the door as she was pretending to be struggling to walk 

1 felt 

heart shatter into a million pieces as he opened the door for her. He literally believed her over me, he believed her over his 

I quickly tried to sit so I could dig my fingers into my palms, as that was the only way I could distract myself from the pain in my chest when I felt a sharp pain hit my stomach, 

“Aash!” I screamed in pain and quickly reached for my stomach; it must be hunger, as I haven’t had a proper meal in about a week now; I’ve only had water, tea, and snacks. 

Tears were already streaming down my checks as I tried to stand up, intending to get something to eat, but before I could lift myself from the floor, another sharp pain hit my thighs, this time sending a burning sensation down my back 

“Oh!” I cried, as the pain got worse, “Lo–gan?” I tried to call for my husband even when I knew he was already gone, “H–help me?” I called in vain, as I lived alone, well, with Logan, but practically alone since he was always on a business trip. 

We gave up the guards for Logan’s mother’s safety; he promised to get us new ones, but it has been close to a year now, and he just doesn’t pay attention anymore. 

I felt my knees getting weak and the pain traveling down my legs, so I curled up, planning to just stay still until the pain was gone, but that’s when I felt someone open the door, and I quickly struggled to st 

I was afraid it was Logan. 

I knew he would just accuse me of faking my pain and probably say some horrible words to me. 

I was going to sit when I felt a hand help me up; it was a woman’s hand, so I accepted the help as I desperately needed it. 

“I was knocking, and no one came. Are… are you okay!” It was Poppy. “I mean, not that I care. I’m here to speak to Logan. I went to the apartment where he’s been staying for a month now, and I found he was not there. I figured it was too early for him to be at the company and thought he was here.” She explained, still helping me stand to my feet. 

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Chapter 4 

Poppy was Logan’s best friend’s wife, Michael. Poppy never liked me, and she never hid it. On nights when Logan took me along, she would deliberately make fun of me, and guess what? Logan would do nothing: instead, he would laugh at me for being weak. 

“L. I’m fine.” Poppy was just Logan in a woman’s body, so I knew she wouldn’t help even if I asked. 

“Yeah, sure,” she said, then almost let me go, but when she saw I was going to fall, she held me still. “Oh my god, are you sick?” She asked, sounding uninterested in helping. I nodded my head while she eyed me up and down. 

“I’m fine, I just need to sit.” I lied, and she nodded and was going to help me sit when she screamed. 

“You’re bleeding!!” It was difficult, but I still looked down at myself, and that’s when I saw blood on my thigh. My heart started beating fast as I followed my monthly calendar properly; there was no way I was starting today, and thinking of the calendar, I missed last month, actually two months, as I had even forgotten that it happened to women. 

“Are–were you pregnant!” She asked, which made my heart skip a beat: Why did she use past tense? I mean, I didn’t even know I was pregnant, so if I was, did it mean I lost it? And if I did, then Irene was to blame, as she’s the one who made me fall to the floor; she… killed my baby?! 

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